Stay up late and we'd talk all night
In the dark room lit by the TV light
Through all the hard times in my life
Those nights kept me alive
We'd listen to the radio play all night
Didn't want to go home to another fight
Through all the hard times in my life
Those nights kept me alive
Works of the poets of the world who are still alive. All poems are anonymous.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Memory
Remembering.
Thinking of the past over and over.
Unable to stop reliving it.
Wishing it would all just stop.
Ready to forget it all.
Forgetting.
No idea what happened.
Never able to recall it.
Wishing it would never happen again.
Ready to remember.
Now which one is worse: To remember it all and be remembered, or to forget everything and be forgotten?
Thinking of the past over and over.
Unable to stop reliving it.
Wishing it would all just stop.
Ready to forget it all.
Forgetting.
No idea what happened.
Never able to recall it.
Wishing it would never happen again.
Ready to remember.
Now which one is worse: To remember it all and be remembered, or to forget everything and be forgotten?
Saturday, June 13, 2009
The Only Thing Left
Up late.
Laying in bed.
Thinking.
Remembering the past.
Dreading the future.
Just laying there.
Laying and crying.
Until there are no tears left.
And there is only one thing left.
Only me.
Laying in bed.
Thinking.
Remembering the past.
Dreading the future.
Just laying there.
Laying and crying.
Until there are no tears left.
And there is only one thing left.
Only me.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Number One Day
Playing.
Unaware of anything around me.
Then I am called downstairs.
Talking.
Told to have a seat on the stairs.
A little suspicious, but still unaware.
Sitting.
Worried about what is going to happen.
Hearing the words, but not quite understanding.
Hearing.
The words keep coming.
No way to make you stop talking now.
Thinking.
The thought of everything ending.
All of it just to much to handle.
Silent.
Waiting for something.
Wishing for the tears to come, though they never do.
Unaware of anything around me.
Then I am called downstairs.
Talking.
Told to have a seat on the stairs.
A little suspicious, but still unaware.
Sitting.
Worried about what is going to happen.
Hearing the words, but not quite understanding.
Hearing.
The words keep coming.
No way to make you stop talking now.
Thinking.
The thought of everything ending.
All of it just to much to handle.
Silent.
Waiting for something.
Wishing for the tears to come, though they never do.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Cassie
The question asked in order
To save her life or take it
The answer no to avoid death
The answer yes would make it
Make it
Do you believe in God
Written on the bullet
Say Yes to pull the trigger
Do you believe in God
Written on the bullet
And Cassie pulled the trigger
To save her life or take it
The answer no to avoid death
The answer yes would make it
Make it
Do you believe in God
Written on the bullet
Say Yes to pull the trigger
Do you believe in God
Written on the bullet
And Cassie pulled the trigger
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